Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 545 Ilzhov's Daydream
"Haha! Great!" General Iltsov witnessed the great power of his own guards. Not only did they crush and drive the mage regiment like dogs, they also raided from underground and easily blew up the fortress formed by the guild.

These barbarians were really useful after being blessed and transformed. He believed that no one could stop their attack unless there was a great wizard. It was a pity that the "Great Mother" had not yet fully awakened, and Her power had not yet cleansed the entire surface of the earth. Otherwise, She would lead an army composed of death and immortality to cleanse the Valois and gain unparalleled merit for the general.

He had seen the weak William II tremblingly hand over the crown and the emperor's robe, which were then taken by the most loyal and powerful guards and put on and covered by him.

The high priest of the Mother Goddess anointed him with holy oil and declared that Ilzhov was the master of all lands in the world, from the endless ice sheet in the north to the corner of the wind in the south, and the king of kings that the Mother Goddess worshipped the most.
"General? General?"

He heard the high priest's voice again, and replied in a daze, "Hasn't the holy oil been anointed?"

"What were you talking about in your sleep?" Gregory was amused. He recalled to the general with a breath of alcohol in his mouth: "You first said something like 'You have done me a disservice', then you drooled and giggled, and finally you said something about holy oil. What on earth were you dreaming about?"

"Dream? Did I fall asleep?" Ilzhov was startled. He quickly raised the telescope. Fortunately, it was true that they had broken into the guild headquarters and captured the last survivors.

"I didn't expect that I would daydream."

"Daytime? You're right, but it's night now, or rather, early morning." Gregory's words startled Iltsov: "You and I, and most people in this city, have not slept all the time. It's only natural that you feel sleepy."

The host of the ceremony, General Iltsov, was unaware of the abnormality in the sky!

"You don't know the time?" Gregory took out his pocket watch, but the one in his hand was still turning normally, indicating "five o'clock and eight minutes", while all other time-telling devices stopped working.

"Impossible!" Iltsov panicked: "My ritual took so long to prepare?"

He had originally considered dealing with the survivors and the mage group as an appetizer. What Ilzhov was waiting for was for all the flesh and blood monsters to devour and multiply each other. Eventually, they would merge into one, covering the entire city, using themselves as a sacrifice to call on the "mother" to "embrace" the city of Oward.

Iltsov has been honored as the executioner, and he has transformed his subordinates into controlled monsters, the only one left is the nasty Richard Hench.

If Gregory had not asked the general for the right to dispose of Hench, Ilzhov would have taught him a lesson, such as making him swallow the blood and flesh clusters, so that these granulations would erode and burst the fragile human body from the inside out.
Unexpectedly, the vision also included changes in the sky. Ilzhov had not studied much theology and was not sensitive to the power of gods. He thought that all the abnormalities were caused by himself.

Gregory narrowed his eyes and smiled without saying anything.

"It's too late, let's just start like this."

Iltsov cleared his throat and stood in front of the platform. He sang the mysterious ballad of the North again. This time, the monsters that heard the general's voice began to merge and melt with each other, and soon the whole city seemed to be soaked in bloody mud.

The flesh paste began to boil and bubble slightly, giving birth to all kinds of disgusting and evil individuals, more bizarre and twisted than the Blood Knights. In the center of the city, the flesh paste began to sink and droop, and a bottomless hole appeared, as if it was an abyss leading to the underworld.

Oward will be the first city to belong to the Mother Goddess!

No, there have been city-states that believed in the Mother Goddess in history. There should be as many city-states as there are incarnations and different names of the Mother Goddess.

Oward should be called the announcement and dedication of the return of the Great Mother.

Regardless of whether the civilians, soldiers, and guild spellcasters knew or were willing, they were all chosen people bathed in glory and received eternal life. The resident wizard tower was also crumbling, and the boiling blood carpet seemed to be digesting all the matter in the city. The foundation and the first floor had broken and began to decompose. Gregory was still thinking about his "cargo" and carried the unconscious Hench in the dungeon upstairs.

"Congratulations on your success, General." Gregory grinned, "What are you going to do next? Jump into the 'Eternal Life Family'?"

"No, no, no. Dear Gregory, that is the immortality of the fools, who rejected the Great Mother and therefore deserve only this pathetic existence to be granted immortality, in order to show the mercy of our Lord.

"As for me, what is useful to Him is my brain and my ability to execute. If I were to give up my body and devote myself to flesh and blood, the gods would surely be disappointed in me."

Gregory was noncommittal: "What reward will the Lord give you?"

"Do not speculate! God says, He says." The flesh blankets covering the entire city all made a roaring sound, especially the hollow in the center of the city began to vibrate, as if it was really speaking an ambiguous and unknowable language.

"God said that there are still sinners who do not believe in Him and remain in the city, refusing the gift of eternal life." Iltsov's face changed: "Don't punish me! I will look for them now."

The Flesh and Blood Carpet fell silent. At this moment, the pale sky suddenly darkened to an extremely dark state. The light shrank in an instant to the point where only a trace could be seen at the edge of the horizon. Before dawn, the continent of Floren lost its shelter.

The Mother Goddess's aura suddenly increased. Ilzhov could now not only control the Blood Cavalry, but also the newly bred powerful creatures. They began to flock to the periphery of the guild, searching for the last enemy.

The mage group is struggling to hold on. Now the first floor of the building where they are has been "digested". Paul, who has recovered a little, simply hardened and protected the room he is in. With the joint efforts of other mages, he formed a lone boat drifting on flesh and blood.

"There are two options now." Richard pointed his finger: "One is to cast a spell collectively to open a teleportation array. The problem is that someone has to stay behind to maintain the array, which means that only some people can escape.

"The second is to find the last anti-magic device. It's an old pulse-type device. If it's not damaged, then we can be saved if we activate it once."

Now the window has been sealed by them. Pascal peeked out from the gap and saw disgusting things everywhere: "The second option is definitely not possible.

"You should all take a look outside. This is a sight that would make an Istani give up his sausage."

"In fact, there is no hope at all. We are finished." Richard shrugged and admitted: "I didn't expect that the initial investigation mission, which brought together the military mages and battle mages of both sides, would be destroyed here."

Paul sighed, "We should have been prepared from the beginning to face a city's population turning into a monster. It's simply impossible for us to deal with it all."

"So." Richard changed his expression: "Now all we can do is to find the mastermind of the ritual with the intention of dying together. Even if it means death, so many spellcasters will work together to make him suffer!"

The guild headquarters was gone, most of the buildings were gone, and the fusion and deformation of the flesh carpet was completed. The magic reaction was now uniform, and the central node that commanded the monsters was a dazzling beacon in Richard's perception.

Suddenly, another bright magic source appeared from the sky and fell down at an extremely fast speed.

A "blue meteor" broke through the fog and, as luck would have it, splashed into the mouth of the abyss.

(End of this chapter)